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DearAncestor,-
Your tombstone stands amongst the rest, neglected and alone
The names and dates are chiselled out on polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care, it is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor,
The place you filled one hundred years ago
Spreads out amongst the ones you left who would have loved you so,
I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you.
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EXTRACTS FROM OUR DATABASE
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Family Events from our database, for today 17th November
BIRTHS baptisms etc
1750 - Baptism: Benjamin LAWS-13794, Feltwell NFK UK
1750 - Birth: Benjamin LAWS-13794, Feltwell NFK UK
1803 - Birth: Hiram LAWS-11350, Orange NC
1805 - Baptism: Elizabeth LAWES-12009, Whitsbury WIL/HAMP
1879 - Birth: Arthur William LAWS-7087, West Ham ESS UK
1750 - Birth: Benjamin LAWS-13794, Feltwell NFK UK
1803 - Birth: Hiram LAWS-11350, Orange NC
1805 - Baptism: Elizabeth LAWES-12009, Whitsbury WIL/HAMP
1850 - Christen: Jane LAWES-40, Basingstoke HAM UK
1879 - Birth: Arthur William LAWS-7087, West Ham ESS UK
1893 - Birth: Lillian Eva LAWS-20050, Great Baddow ESS UK
1908 - Birth: Doris Mary LAWES-35936,
1908 - Birth: Nora LAWS-31879,
1909 - Birth: Wilfred Jabez (Australian Army) LAWES-12984, Birmingham WAR UK
MARRIAGES
1847 - Marriage: William (Lab) BURTON-24143 and Harriett LAWS-24142, Litcham NFK UK
1908 - Birth: Nora LAWS-31879,
1909 - Birth: Wilfred Jabez (Australian Army) LAWES-12984, Birmingham WAR UK
MARRIAGES
1847 - Marriage: William (Lab) BURTON-24143 and Harriett LAWS-24142, Litcham NFK UK
1890 - Marriage: William (General Dealer) (own shop) READ-20086 and Margaret LAWS-20085, Newington SRY UK
1904 - Marriage: William John (Police Constable) LAWES-20356 and Rose CHAPMAN-20357, West Norwood SRY (St Luke)
1908 - Marriage: Fred Chester LAWS-36480 and Emily Marion SPENCER-36481,
DEATHS
1786 - Death: William (Shopkeeper) LAWS-17677,
1841 - Burial: Rose Ann (Infant) LAWS-37740, Limerick IRELAND
1960 - Death: Walter Edward LAWS-20480,
1986 - Death: Dianne LAWS-12549, Benowa NSW AUSTRALIA
2002 - Death: John D LAWS-10892, Gastonia NC United States
2003 - Death: Katherine E LAWS-13474,
1786 - Death: William (Shopkeeper) LAWS-17677,
1841 - Burial: Rose Ann (Infant) LAWS-37740, Limerick IRELAND
1902 - Burial: George James LAWS-36411, Kinson DOR UK
1925 - Death: Clifford Edlow LAWS-40354, Park Ridge NJ United States
1945 - Death: Christine Clementine LAWS-19345, Trinity CA
1947 - Death: William Alfred LAWES-24553, Burwood, NSW AUSTRALIA1960 - Death: Walter Edward LAWS-20480,
1968 - Death: Raymond LAWS-13383, Vancover BC CANADA
2002 - Death: John D LAWS-10892, Gastonia NC United States
2003 - Death: Katherine E LAWS-13474,
2010 - Burial: Ethan LAWS-43140, Bath SOM UK
MISC & OTHER INFOMATION
1692 - Burial: Elizabeth LAWIS-2454, Leake LIN
1882 - Occupation: Henry Fricker (Solicitor (Barrister & Gentleman) LAWES-11446, Lincolns Inn
OTHER BIRTHS Etc1793 - Baptism: William Frederick (Watchmaker) CLEGG-21875, Manchester LAN UK
1811 - Baptism: Hannah PENNY-20286, Bishopstone WIL UK
1885 - Birth: Georgina KIRK-21527, Kingston Upon Hull ERY UK
OTHER MARRIAGES
OTHER DEATHS & Burials
1782 - Death: Ann Louisa BELL-3020,
1818 - Death: Charlotte (Sophia) OF MECKLENBURG-22602, Kew Palace SRY
1969 - Death: Reginald Stanley BEER-43468, Brisbane QLD AUSTRALIA
1782 - Death: Ann Louisa BELL-3020,
1818 - Death: Charlotte (Sophia) OF MECKLENBURG-22602, Kew Palace SRY
1941 - Death: Agnes Helen MOONEY-32191, Coulsdon SRY UK
1947 - Death: Hannah JUDE-31306, Burwood, NSW AUSTRALIA1969 - Death: Reginald Stanley BEER-43468, Brisbane QLD AUSTRALIA
2006 - Death: Arlyn HANSEN-22767, Mayfield, Sanpete Co UT United States
2008 - Death: Kathleen Annie WEIS-33301, Concord NSW AUSTRALIA
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A suburban childhood of the Twenties
Seen from the Nineteen Nineties
By John Robert Laws 1921-2008
Part 7
Part 9.
INNOVATIONS
Besides cars, the other result
of the internal combustion engine was the increasing number of aircraft in the
sky. With development forced ahead of WWI they had now become a practicable
though expensive form of transport. Small air shows with two or three small
aeroplanes would tour the summer holiday resorts seeking out a suitable field
to set up their circus. They would offer a quick circuit of the town at five
bob a go and give a little show of aerobatics. With a small charge for
admission to the field they struggles on for a few years before going broke or
in a very few cases managed to get an airline or charter business going.
As well as these little
efforts, the RAF put up an annual show at Hendon which was very impressive at
the time though very small beer by today’s standards. In my late schooldays I
went there on my bike and found a hillside field overlooking the aerodrome
where one could see it all for free. The highlight of the show was a low wing
monoplane, probably a prototype Hurricane which came through a shallow dive at
over three hundred miles an hour. There were still ten years to wait for the
first jet engines.
Another lusty industry of my
early years was the cinema. The silent screen with its overworked pianist
trying to provide theme music was just beginning to give way to the ‘talkies’.
Charlie Chaplin carried on without a word eating his boots in ‘The Gold rush’
but the soundtrack was with us and although it all continued to be black and
white the musical was on its way and the cinema was moving into its few decades
of boom years. One of the more treasured toys of my under ten years was a movie
projector and its few cans of film. It had no motor and had to be cranked by
hand, like the early movie cameras, but it was well made and worked well. The
was no eight millimetre then and it used the full size 35mm so the films were
short and ran perhaps five or ten minutes. I knew them all off by heart before
long but this did not detract from the fascination of something that actually
worked.
Although the early thirties
were just crawling out of depression there were more large houses being built
than cheap semis. The extension to the Piccadilly Line of the Underground
railway to Enfield West now called Oakwood, and then to Cockfosters which
influenced our move to Southgate was an important event. Free tickets to try it
out were given out to all households in the catchment area. A building project
which interested me more was however the new ice rink at Harringay was. It was
after we had moved to Southgate when I was able to get there, but Harry and I
became regulars. Being already able to roller skate made it much easier to get
going on ice though not without a few tumbles. At one of our first visits we
were offered free admission to the evening ice hockey if we would take part in
a farcical match with brooms and a football in the interval of the ice hockey. We
accepted of course and I seem to remember it brought the house down. Next
Monday a school I found that I had been observed was asked why I had been
acting the clown.
Innovations in materials were
less noticeable than other major changes but nonetheless on the way with
enormous potential. Plywood soon replaced solid panels in all but the most
expensive furniture. A brief reign of a few decades before chipboard
came, bring back the use of veneering which had existed a couple of hundred
years earlier. In our old fashioned furniture the wood was solid and in our
kitchen the knives were sharp, made before the new stainless steel became de
rigour for cutlery. They had to be cleaned of course and the knife cleaner, a
wooden machine with rotary brushes turned with a cast iron handle stood in the
kitchen with its tin of abrasive powder nearby. There was no plastic except
celluloid which was highly inflammable and used for little except toys, and
ebonite which was used for a while in electrical goods. Even the plug tops for
our new electric points were ceramic. Cooking pots and saucepans were iron,
vitreous enamel or copper, aluminium on the way for a few years later and
stainless steel way in the future. Plastic bags were a blessing yet to come.
This means that few groceries were pre-packed, the grocer weighed out your
biscuits from a large tin into a paper bag and the broken ones were sold off
cheap.
SCHOOL
The school was less than a
quarter of a mile away. Between parallel side roads of late nineteenth century houses
an oblong block held the separate buildings of the infant school, the
Elementary school and the Grammar school. It was a gentle sloping site with the
New River flowing south along the upper western boundary bringing drinking
water to London from Hertford. The infants’ school was between the other two
and shared an asphalt playground with the girls of the Elementary school. The
boys of the elementary school had their play ground facing the other road,
firmly separated from the girls by a high brick wall on either side of which
were built the children’s loos. The Grammar school was on the downhill side of
the block, separated from the rest by a foot passage which ran parallel to the
High Street through all the side roads. The iron railings round the school were
set in strong brick piers and gated in the same style, a line of Plane trees
were well established and were as un-climbable and as sturdy as the railings
themselves.
The buildings were no-nonsense
and built to last. Plenty of glazed brick and most lower walls of dark colour.
Classrooms were built to hold about thirty and the desks and seats all-in-one
in pairs.
The first day at school sticks
in memory. It was the first real contact with kids in the mass and the first
contact with any authority other than parental. At that time there were no
nursery schools or crèches as mothers, nor indeed, didn’t married women in
general, go out to work. I started school a month or two after I was five with
the worst of the winter out of the way. Mother took me and the Head mistress
saw us, having established her identity she passed me over to the class teacher
to absorb into the mass. The teacher kept me with her during the morning
assembly then brought me into the class, found me a desk, it cannot have been
very traumatic as the rest has faded away.
Our lessons as infants were the
three R’s punctuated with drawing and games. The alphabet and tables were
chanted in unison. We wrote and made our drawings in chalk on pint-sized
blackboards which slotted into the front of the desks. Some kids were bright
and some kids were dim but everyone learned; there were no options on offer.
Before long we graduated to pen and ink writing in exercise books with inky
fingers, scratchy pens and ink blots. Ink was still king and ball point easy
scribble still twenty years ahead.
School dinners were also twenty
years in the future. All kids walked home for their dinners and back for the
afternoon school. School milk started however in my first year or two at
school. The little third of a pint bottles turned up in the morning break and
there was much bubbling noise as the last drop was sucked up through the
straws.
On the other side of the road
from school was the Primitive Methodist church where I went, reluctantly and
intermittently, to Sunday school. Mum and Dad did not go to church but Sunday
school was the one thing in those days so I went for a while though they did
not insist when I opted out. All that sticks in my mind is a Harvest Festival
where I had been inveigled into read a poem about a windmill. It was the only
time I saw my mother in church until I got married.
When we moved into junior
section of the Elementary School, the horizons of our lessons broadened to
include history geography & some science. There was now an objective in
front of us, the entrance exam for the Grammar schools which were themselves
the first step towards better paid jobs further ahead. Classes were now divided
by ability into A, B and C and school reports began to arrive, largely designed
I suspect simply to prod all and sundry to greater effort. I believe the
teaching must have been good though it was a bit double edged for me. The first
year in Grammar school had nearly all been done before and the need to work
faded.
At the elementary school there
was no sports field but we managed to have a Sports Day at a ground near
Muswell Hill. How everyone got there remains a mystery but the sun shone, there
were sack races, egg and spoon races and mums races and a good time was had by
all. Running was never a favourite pastime for me it was only done when
unavoidable. Swimming was another matter however and we were lucky in that
there was a swimming pool in the basement of the grammar school next door. Here
we were permitted a Saturday morning class for a dozen or so and I achieved the
great heights of a certificate to say I could swim fifty
yards.
INNOVATIONS
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Lord, help me dig into the past
and sift the sands of time
That I might find the roots that made
This family tree of mine
Lord, help me trace the ancient roads,
On which my father's trod
And led them through so many lands
To find our present sod.
Lord, help me find an ancient book
Or dusty manuscript,
Thats's safely hidden now away
In some forgotten crypt
Lord, let it bridge the gap that haunts
My soul, when I can't find
The missing link between some name
That ends the same as mine
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